They were jerky little scissors.
Stir not the bitterness in the cup that I mixed for myself, said Denethor.
It was life raw and naked, wild and free—the only life of that sort which my birth in time and space permitted me to attain.
Here, at the absurd cost of ten cents, a gloomy, grouchy individual, who threatened to become an enemy, was made into a good friend.
They were children of Abraham, learning more from a hawk stooping over the desert than from any book yet written.
My days are finished; my plans, the desires of my heart, have been shattered.
Reality is frequently inaccurate.
“Rich prizes wait for those who do not waver;The world needs men to battle for the truth”
Your silver has become dross, And your beer is diluted with water.
But essential truth can almost always be found, truth of all kinds can with due research be usually found : she lies, no doubt, in a well ; but we may be sure that she is there if we dig deep enough.
Hope Is Just A Legend